Locker 17

Chapter 18

*Louis' POV*

I stuff the note into my backpack and throw it over my shoulder. When I look up everyone has practically already left the building, it's only me and a couple other kids standing in the halls. I walk to the front doors hoping my mum will be here to pick me up but I can't seem to spot her car. I sigh and walk down the path way of the school's front yard.

"Hey."

I jump up when I hear Harry's voice coming from a near by tree. He's leaning against it, like a someone out of a movie.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well..."

He takes a step forward, his eyes facing the ground. He's blushing.

"I was wondering if you'd want to come to the football game tonight here at school?

He kicks the small rocks around on the pavement and brushes his fingers through his hair. I tilt my head in confusment and arch my brow when I see that he's still looking down. He hasn't been this shy in a while.

"To hang out?"

I ask.

"No. Like as in a date? I know it's like we've had many of them but it was more like hanging out than a date or anything. This would be our first."

"You're asking me on a date?"

"Yes."

He finally looks up at me, you could tell his cheeks were flaming hot.

"I don't know?"

"W-what? W-why?"

He seems worried all of a sudden.

"I didn't imagine my first time being asked out on a date to be asked so coldly."

It's true. I always imagined someone calling me by my name and asking me without fear behind it. For them to be confident and ask me straight up. No hesistations.

Harry turns his head to see if anyone is around and there isn't. It's just me and him standing in the middle of a pathway infront of our school. After checking if the coast is clear he turns back to me and steps closer.

"Louis Tomlinson will you go on this date with me?"

His raises his voice confidently and let's out a deep breath. His eyebrows slant upward and his shoulders loosen up. This is somewhat how I pictured it.

"I was going to say yes. No need to have asked me again. Desperate much?"

I joke. I smile and the corner of Harry's mouth lifts. His smirk has got to be one of my favourites things about him oh and the way he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Do you wanna go or not?"

His tone is a bit harsher this time.

"Yeah yeah. What time does it start?"

"At eight at night and ends around ten."

"But nine is my curfew. Then again my mum does know your mum and their best friends so maybe she'd leave me off the hook for once."

"You have a curfew?"

He throws his head back in laughter and points his finger at me while his other hand is on his chest. What's so bad about having a curfew? Just because he can do whatever the fuck he wants doesn't mean everyone else can. I've been raised this way.

"Don't laugh. Just becuase you don't have a curfew doesn't make it bad for anyone else to have one."

"Don't get all butt hurt. What I'm trying to say is that you're 17, you need to start to be a little bit more independent becasue soon enough you'll be off to college and what not. Have some fun while you can."